In Maximin we dropped into a small supermarket for a few essentials. On leaving the car park I had to turn left crossing the traffic. Spotting a gap with just a motrocycle Gendarme aproaching I nipped across. Almost instantly he was alongside me gesticulating, oh dear, what I have done I thought, I signaled to pull over and slowed down. This left the motorcycle cop in the middle of the road in front of me.
With a shake of the head he waved me to catch up. Increasing my speed he was now alongside me again, I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He was gesticulating again, what does he want I said, don't know said Sue. Well I am not going to wind down my window whilst negotiating parked vehicles in town with a copper sandwitched between me and the oncoming traffic to have a conversation in French and try to find out.
I signalled and slowed again, surely if he wants to talk to me he will stop. He shook his head and waved me alongside again. I looked at him but had to concentrate on driving, we did a bit more slowing and speeding up before he shook his head and sped off down the road.
Did he think we were GB so RH drive (we are actually LH drive) and he would chat whilst going along to the passenger? You know the sort of stuff 'do you know my niece she is working in a restaraunt in Birmingham'. I shall never know.
